Post-Op: Day 4, 5, 6.:
and Poppet's thoughts
Before going into the hospital for the procedure, I packed my Kindle, my phone, charging cables, laptop, my journal, pens, headphones, etc…So relieved to be back in my own bed though recovery will be a long process. I feel like hammered goat livers. Melissa taking good care of me.
>>I used my Sonicare toothbrush for the first time since my surgery and it actually VIBRATED the staples in my stomach. bring on the sarcasm.
anticipation in her eyes. Likely because I had just finished a slice of pizza.I turned to look at her. “What is it that you require of me? I have no food left. Do you want me to pick the remnants out of my teeth and give it to you?”
Noodle: Oh my god woouuuuld you?! That would be sooo awesome!
What do you mean I can’t lay on your stomach? I always lay on your stomach. You smell funny. Like the vet’s office. Did you go to the vet? Is that why you were gone so long that the puppy made poops all over my carpet?
I have a theory about why Frankenstein’s monster was in such a bad mood. if you had a bunch of stitches in your skin, you’d want to go around killing people, too. (at least i didn’t wake up with two knobs in my neck)
>>My darling wife got the flat screen TV in the bedroom and my computer hooked up to it. I have my new glasses on, & I might be in hog heaven aside from the usual pain. I might also get spoiled by this Jumbotron monitor.
The strangest thing about #surgery is that i have no memory at all of being taken to surgery, and no memory of waking up. somehow, i was just in my room and my wife was there and things proceeded. It’s so odd to have such a gap in memory, especially when you are being told you were awake and helping transfer yourself to bed and talking to nurses and laughing and such.
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